That's pretty much what I thought of the episode. Twelve I love, with his prickly vulnerability and blue basilisk eyes; I don't know what this incarnation is capable of. I wish we could have Vastra and Jenny as companions. The Clara-bashing is tedious and I wish Moffat would step down, at least as showrunner.

* Maybe the umbrella's because she watched a lot of The Prisoner the last time she was on Earth.*

Hee! I'd love it if that garden turned out to be in Portmeirion.